He looked at the file on his desktop. He knew that if he went to the police, they’d ask how he found it. If he deleted it, Hannah’s last "happy" moment would vanish into the void.
He hit play again. He watched her look at the oak tree. He watched her eat the pizza. He watched the knock. This time, he turned the volume all the way up. Just before the glitch, under the whine of the digital interference, he heard a voice from the other side of the door. "Happy birthday, Hannah. We found you."
That’s when he saw it, buried in a thread titled “Old Drive Recoveries – Unlabeled MP4s.” Hannah_30.mov Size: 412 MB Uploaded: 4 hours ago
The video opened to a static-filled frame before snapping into focus. It was a handheld camera, shaky and intimate. A woman—Hannah, presumably—was sitting on a floor surrounded by half-packed cardboard boxes. She looked about twenty-nine, her hair pulled back in a messy knot, a streak of gray dust on her cheek.
